I'm still alive, apparently. Which is good I suppose, as I rather enjoy life.
Though I am busy, if it's not trying to conduct my social life into rather manageable segments then it's university. If it's not university it's having a social life. This means no art and no writing. I don't miss it really.
My life has been a soap. I shall spare you the details, but as Ginny will agree with our rp's are less dramatic. And really it just keeps continuing. Somewhere it only gets funnier.
I bought new poi today. Hitting yourself on the nose with them is painful. But I can twirl around with them now.
My latest drink addiction is anise milk, but if anyone is willing to offer me mead or another pleasant beverage I shan't say no.
I do not like it when strangers feel me up. So fuck off bastards.
Psychopathology is meant to make everyone who studies psychology a hypochondriac. Just sayin'.
I have a cup which repeatedly says "I'm a genius, I'm a genius" I call it my self esteem cup, and it works so hush you.
Balfolk is totally awesome. I am still hyper about it. Like bouncing, bounding hyper.